I can honestly say I let it go. Completely. And by the end of that week, a miraculous occurrence occurred that gifted us with an unexpected amount of money that was equivalent to one week of work for me. Now tell me God isn’t good?! He provided for our needs just as He has always done.
I ruminated on this yesterday morning, once again reminded of God’s faithfulness that I in no way deserved yet was freely given. I thought about my propensity to worry, and I realized that in a sense it was good. It was good that I wasn’t the perfect Christian who always flew high on faith! After all, God didn’t expect my perfection, but He did make things perfect through His power. When I found myself worrying it was the absolute best opportunity to lean closer into Jesus. In my weakness, I sought His face and drew from His strength. It was another chance for me to see His glory and handiwork play out in my life. Again.
I am blessed to serve a God that loves me regardless of my strength, who, in fact, loves me at my weakest. For when I am weak, He is strong.